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The ring sparkled on her finger.

“Yeah?”

She nodded, smiling shyly. “Very much.”

I dragged her to the doorway of the not-so-secret park.

“Hey everyone,” I said to all of the people gathered in the old section. “Consider this a ribbon cutting for the new Rhodes Treehouse Park. Please go in and enjoy yourselves!”

I heard a few people whisper about CamLicity as we sped from the park and down the sidewalk, holding hands and giggling like fools. We were just blocks away, but we couldn’t get back to the building fast enough.

We waved at Carl as we jogged through the lobby, and we could hear his laughter echoing behind us as the elevator doors closed. He knew exactly why we were in such a hurry.

“I can’t wait,” I said, pressing Felicity against the wall.

She kissed me back with a pent-up passion, which made me want to strip her down right then and there. I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I cradled her ass in my palms as our kisses turned feverish.

I couldn’t believe how much I’d missed this. And that I’d almost lost her.

I carried Felicity down the hallway to my apartment, kissing her the entire time. Daniel had offered to take Boris, so nothing was going to slow me down once we got home.

The minute the door shut behind us we tore at our clothing, like we were in a race to see who could get undressed first. I was a little too impatient and got tangled up in my jeans. By the time I extracted myself, Felicity was out of sight. I followed the trail of sneakers, leggings, and a sweatshirt, and discovered a gorgeously naked Felicity waiting for me in my bedroom. A second later I joined her, sweeping her back into my arms and showing her with my body that there was no way I was ever going to let her go again.

We were the lucky ones.

29

FELICITY

One Year Later

Ifelt absolutely giddy as the string quartet played the opening notes of Canon in D by Pachelbel. It was the perfect song for a walk down the aisle, past friends and family on a stunning autumn afternoon. The road to the altar had been a bumpy one, which made the big day that much sweeter.

Cameron caught my eye and beamed at me as I made my way down the aisle. I’d been living in comfy pants lately, so seeing me looking sparkly was probably a shock to his system. Sure, I still dressed up when he had a function I needed to attend with him, or when Nina and I were hosting an author event at Treehouse Books, but for the most part, comfort was the name of the game for me. Today, I was thrilled to be decked out in seafoam silk with my hair in an updo and sporting fake eyelashes for the second time in my life.

I joined the three other bridesmaids at the altar and gave Cameron a quick wink as the music switched to the bridal processional. The guests turned to watch as Megan and her father paused at the end of the aisle, but I looked over at Aiden as he held his fist to his mouth and tried to blink away his tears. Cameron stepped up to do his best man duty, offering his brother support with a slap on the shoulder.

I still couldn’t believe we were here.

Several months ago, the brewing tension between the brothers had erupted in a fight during a dinner at our place that nearly came to blows, but Megan and I worked together to cool them off. The conspiring we’d done behind the scenes had helped us bring the guys to a point where they could talk through their differences and finally realize that in the end, love really does conquer all. Eventually, both Megan and Aiden stepped down from their respective boards to prove to their families that the only thing that mattered to them was each other.

The bride was a showstopper in a billowy, tiered ballgown I’d watched her try on. Megan’s sisters, Abby and Gia, openly sobbed as she floated down the aisle. We’d all gotten close during the year of wedding planning, and I felt like I’d found two new families. Granted, those families-by-choice didn’t include any parents—Cameron didn’t have much of a relationship with either of his parents, and Megan had had a somewhat fraught relationship with her dad ever since her mom passed away years ago—but it wasn’t like I was in any position to judge. I only saw my parents once or twice a year, and that was plenty for all of us. In the meantime, though, it was great to feel like I had a whole crop of siblings—in addition to Nina, of course.

I shed a few tears myself as Megan and Aiden recited their vows. The promises to always be one another’s best friend and never miss the chance to hold hands sounded familiar. My thumb went to the band on my ring finger, a little gesture of comfort I caught myself doing whenever my emotions got the best of me. The promise ring that helped me find my way back to Cameron, and the guarantee of so much more. When I looked over at him, I realized he’d been watching me. I whispered my love to him, and he mouthed it back.

How did I get so lucky?

A thriving business, a deliriously happy best friend who’d found her own true love with a former rock star, a goofy dog who was finally learning some manners thanks to me, Veritique setting new records, two people promising to be true to one another forever…life was good.

After the ceremony ended and we posed for a zillion photos, we could finally get to the business of celebrating.

“Hungry?” Cameron asked me as he took my hand in his and we walked into the airy holding room, just past where the outdoor ceremony had been held.

“Absolutely starving. And thanks to all the planning, I know exactly what they’re serving during cocktail hour, so lemme at the crab puffs and blue cheese phyllo toasts.” I craned my neck trying to spot a server assigned to take care of the bridal party prior to our introductions.

He laughed at me. “May I bring you some champagne?”

“You even have to ask?”